I had known Sweet for some time as we both had sons in preschool together. I had just the one child and she had four, the third of which went to school with mine. We had hit it off right away and were the same age and I thought it too funny that she and I named our sons almost the same thing. She was happily married and I happily divorced with plenty of free time. I hadn’t dated much since the divorce, it just didn’t seem really worth it.
We often did things together like shopping, the playground and dinner. She had always been open about her and her husband’s sexual life, basically happy but wanting more. I was attracted to her from the first but hadn’t said anything since she seemed so happy. Those breasts of hers drove me to distraction more than once and I’m sure she must have noticed. I often fantasized about her while I masturbated, imagining it was her tongue on me and not my fingers. I had planned many times to tell her how I felt but always chickened out at the last minute. We had discussed going away for a kid free weekend but it always seemed more of a fantasy than a reality, that was until her birthday when her husband planned a women’s weekend for us away. We were both thrilled. We decided to take it and go shopping at a great mall a few hours away. We figured we’d go shopping and attempt to make up some of that permanent sleep deprivation mom’s have. At least that’s what she had planned. I was hoping this would be a perfect chance to tell her how I felt.
The Friday of our departure, I dropped my son off at my parents and drove to her house to pick her up. As I pulled up she almost ran out of the house a bag in each hand. I rolled down the window and hollered, “Just can’t wait?”
Sweet hollered back, “No, I am so ready to go.”
“Have you said good bye?”
“Yes, to everyone but Greg, He was just cleaning up from work..”
She threw her stuff in the backseat and sat down in the passenger seat. We waited till he came out of the house, she rolled down her window and he leaned in and kissed her. “Have fun ladies” he said.
With that we were off, not wanting to waste a minute of our freedom. I turned the radio on and we sang, off key of course to out favorite songs. As the mile passed she got quieter and finally said she was going to take a nap. She laid the seat back and turned on her side towards me. With nothing but my thoughts as company I turned back to the road humming along with the music. I could hear her breathing become deeper and regular and I glanced back over and saw she had unbuttoned her jeans to become comfortable. I could see her underwear in between the zipper. They were a patterned purple pair and I remembered helping her pick them out, they were thongs. This was going to be a long drive. As we finally neared the hotel I reached over and touched her arm to wake her, “Sweet, we are almost there.”
She smiled and sat up, adjusting her jeans and hair. “That was fast,” she said. I just laughed thinking it took forever. When we pulled up to the hotel, I let her out at the door to check us in. As I waited I looked over the local map to see when the shopping center was and then she came back out and pointed out where to park. I pulled into the space and we grabbed our bags. She got a head start on me so I followed her in watching her butt in those jeans, imagining that thong under there and ended up tripping over the curb. She turned back and laughed. She knew I was clumsy but had no idea why it was this time.
I caught up to her waiting at the elevator, and we discussed our list of stores we wanted to go to. We walked into our room and I realized her husband had reserved a single bed room. I chuckled to myself. I knew he was cheap but I hadn’t thought about this. We stowed our stuff in the drawers and took bathroom breaks. Even though he was cheap, it was a nice room, queen size bed and Jacuzzi tub. We decided to grab a bite to eat and went back out. Surveying our options we settled on a café, and as we walked down we tried to remember the last time we went childless, both failing to remember when that was.
We sat and ordered our dinner, discussing our son’s preschool teacher. Neither of us liked her much but she was more than qualified. As we went on she mentioned someone had told her that the teacher was gay. I asked if that was a problem for her, realizing that depending on her answer this weekend of what I was hoping for could go down hill fast. She said no, she just thought the teacher should be more open about it rather than let people like us gossip about it, and this gave me instant butterflies in my stomach. I agreed wondering if my secret preference would bother her more that they were secrets than a preference and I thought to myself this is the perfect chance if I ever had one.